Jiang Li didn't want to speak; he just felt like cursing.
"You better go quickly, head to Beijing and after you get there, marry into their family, stay there, and don't come back," Jiang Li said weakly. His weakness wasn't from the fever, but from fury.
Bo Jingshen reined in the laughter in his voice and said, "Alright, I'll stop joking with you. I've given your number to the family doctor and will send his number to you in a bit. If you really feel unwell, don't stubbornly hold on. Even if you don't go to the hospital, at least call the doctor to have a look. You know how these family doctors are, they have seen all sorts of confidential matters, and they are very tight-lipped."
"I know," Jiang Li replied.
After ending the conversation, Bo Jingshen felt a bit more at ease. Hearing that Jiang Li was still able to joke with him, he knew the situation might not be good, but his spirits seemed okay.
With this assurance, Bo Jingshen happily went to give his son a bath.
